Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Pleasure With Pain Pt.1

Rosé has been tense for two weeks, worse every day. She's fallen asleep at her desk, slumped over books and casefiles and her laptop for the last three days, hunched over in the morning as she goes to the bathroom for a shower to make her back loosen up enough to stand straight. They've been through this dance before--Rosé will get snappish and guilty, in turns, if Lisa tries to interfere, so she lets it run its course; tucks protein bars into Rosé's briefcase wakes up five minutes before Rosé so the bathroom is steaming and the water is hot by the time she staggers in. It's not like Rosé hasn't done the same, on weeks where Lisa is too tired to drive after her shift, catching sleep only in twenty-minute increments in a hospital closet.

Rosé is asleep when Lisa comes home after a ten-hour surgery, on her back, her legs hanging off the couch, still in her shoes and mock trial clothes, her hair in a pile of curls over one shoulder, her arm thrown over her face. Lisa throws leftovers into a bowl and leaves the microwave humming while she showers. When she comes out in soft pajama pants and a t-shirt Rosé hasn't moved at all, her breathing deep and even. Lisa eats, watches the news on mute, and does the dishes before going back to the couch.

"Rosé." She touches Rosé's cheek with her palm, applying very little pressure. "Rosie."

"Hm," Rosé mumbles, and swats out blindly. "It's fine."

"Come on, time for bed."

"Shh," Rosé says, shoving herself deeper into the cushions. "I'll do it tomorrow."

Lisa bends and kisses her, Rosé's lips barely twitching in response. "You'll sleep better with me next to you."

Rosé cracks an eye open, her voice vaguely hopeful. "Naked?"

Lisa smiles. "Sure." She helps Rosé get up and Rosé sways into her, snuffling into her shoulder. They walk, fumbly and bumping, to the bedroom and Lisa props her on the bed to strip her of her jacket, her blouse, her slacks, and her shoes, wiping her makeup off with a wipe. Lisa undoes her bra last, and kisses Rosé's chest gently before leaning her back under the blanket, fluffing the pillow under her head.

"Naked," Rosé reminds her, and Lisa rolls her eyes before stripping off her own clothes and sliding next to Rosé under the cool sheets. Rosé sighs, wiggling close and nosing down Lisa's neck, lifting herself up slightly to flop on Lisa's chest, her face between Lisa's breasts. She licks out, once, and sighs again, settling.

Lisa smoothes her hair. "Mock trial over?" Rosé hums, affirmative. "Did you win?"

"I always win," Rosé says, and nips at the underside of Lisa's left breast. Her breath huffs out warm and even, and her toes drag down Lisa's right calf before she's out like a light, her fingers curled on Lisa's hip.

Lisa woke up to the sensation of air moving over a long wet stripe across her upper thigh. She opens her eyes and looks down at her own body; the covers have been tossed aside and Rosé is kneeling between her thighs, her back bowed as she licks across Lisa's skin and then blows across it, cooling. Lisa shivers, spreading her legs; Rosé looks at her and smiles, eyes sleepy, hazy. "Morning," Lisa whispers.

"I've missed you," is what Rosé says in response. She kisses just below the swell of Lisa's belly, above her hipbones. "I've been neglecting you."

"Not neglect," Lisa protests, even as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes, arching up as Rosé sets her teeth at the top of her ribcage. "Just busy. You know I--" Rosé sucks abruptly and Lisa's breath catches. "--get it. It's not like I'm not the same way when--" Rosé bites her three times in a row, small hard nips. Lisa loses her train of thought, sucking on her own bottom lip and shivering, letting out small noises at each pinching press of Rosé's teeth until Rosé pulls back. Lisa opens her eyes; Rosé's sitting up, her lips swollen and red, flushed all the way down her chest, her nipples pebbled. "Come here," Lisa says, and she's hardly finished saying it before Rosé's lips are pressed against her, eager, skin against skin all down their torsos. They kiss for a while, changing angles and murmuring wordlessly before Rosé sinks into her throat with a soft growl.